Then again, did he really have a project in mind for her, or was it all just a ruse to get her alone in his office? The thought chilled her, not out of fear, but of disdain.
Wearing comfortable underpants, nylons held up with a simple garter and a form fitting bra, she stood in front of her closet, flicking aside one dress after another. While she wanted to be appealing, she didn’t want her attire to give him any ideas. Nothing low cut. Nothing slit up the thigh. No. This was a business meeting, and she would dress for such.
She came to a long sleeved, blue dress that complimented her figure without giving too much away.
“Perfect.”
She pinned her hair up, slipped into comfortable pumps and headed out. The closer she got to his office the more confident she grew. She formulated the questions she would ask, her manner of bringing up Rhonda and of his relationship with her. Perhaps she would even mention seeing him with Rhonda at that bungalow.
She reached his door and knocked lightly. Looking down at her dress she wondered if they would dine in his office or go to a fine restaurant. Either way, she felt aptly dressed.
No one called for her to enter, nor did they open the door. She knocked again, a little more firmly. Still no response. She pulled out the business card and checked the address. She was in the right place. She glanced at her watch; two minutes early.
Gingerly setting her hand on the doorknob, she gave it a little twist. It was unlocked.
“Mr.Zwick, I...”she said on opening the door and entering. But the sight that greeted her had her choking on her words.
Yolanda Lee, her ‘little sister’ sat on Zwick’s lap, laughing as she kissed his face and ran her fingers through his hair.
“So sorry,” Sonya muttered as she quickly backed out of the office and closed the door.
Leaning back against the wall, she let out a perturbed breath. Yolanda?With Zwick? No. How could that be?
She closed her eyes, seeing the image of Yolanda on Zwick’s lap, her lips all over his face.
She felt sick.
Had Zwick already replaced Rhonda Baker?
Chapter 5
The air in Sonya’sbungalow was hot and stuffy. Or was it simply the circumstances that made it appear so? After leaving Zwick’s office, she’d hurried home to strip off the blue dress, feeling dirty simply for having been there.
As she slipped into comfortable bright yellow capris and a loose-fitting orange shirt, a knock sounded at the door.
“Coming,” Sonya called out as she hurried out of her room.
